Sonset Songtext
von Ras Kass

Oh yeah, it ain′t over motherfuckers
We supposed to elevate, not segregate
And we got love for the East
And I know the East got love for the West
But it's certain niggas, you know what I′m sayin'
Wanna talk shit, dissin' where I′m from
So basically, for every action, there′s an equal and opposite reaction


Now I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark
So can you recognize shit is real
When I shove this Ampex 499 up your rectum?
I′m ready to bust every bitch nigga's cherry
See these floods in January got me lookin′ in the mirror
Screamin' "Bloody Mary," unnecessary
Representin′ equals set trippin'
Divided by my tennis shoe pimpin'
Got all you niggas dippin′ like Cliffton
Teabag, son this the low G Kundo
The way of the intercepting fist
Intercepting every subliminal diss
Geographic prejudice against increments of incredulous legislature
Psychologically I masturbate with the hands of fate
And bust nuts on Mother Nature, cummin′ on your landscape
I'm pressin′ California license plates
For niggas in all fifty fuckin' states
But it′s bitin' me, fightin′ me, invitin' me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I′m lookin′ for the line
Takin' off my lambskin Marc Buchanan
′Cause I'ma make you see L.A. like Ed O′Bannon
Nigga, come in peace and brothers can kick it
But you ain't gon′ walk my streets
When back East you sellin' wolf tickets
Reciprocate the player-hate and bring the bullshit to you
Rollin' through your coast like the green Gary Gnu who said
"No canoes is good canoes"
But you niggas is ca-not ca-knowin′
About the ca-nex shit that I be flowin′
So don't represent at my expense, it′s too expensive
The first and last line of defense is my sentence
You got caught off the coast of the Pacific Ocean
Found face down, floatin' with your fuckin′ neck broken
Nigga, snap a neck for the line, reflect

'Cause I′m a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark
I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark
I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark
I′m a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark


I walk the planet and create tremors
If nothin′ else here's all you need to remember
L-L-A apostrophe Y, L-L-A-K-C-U-F
For all you backwards-ass niggas
Psychologically we grapplin′ MC like Gracie
At the UFC, so plate me in your octagon, coward
On mixtapes and interviews I'm hearin′ you certain dissidents
Diss from a distance, disrespect and discriminate
Nigga I'll laminate that ass and wear it at the New Music Seminar
For a badge, mash or get twisted
Nip, Honk, Crunk like Rosa Parks but them marks is broke wristed
Superiority complexes based on no statistics, now listen
Respect due to the pioneers
But what your borough did in ′83 is ancient history, bro
So why these niggas actin' like since they live in the state
That rap originates, they automatically all-time great?
It takes classic material to make phat shit
Not proof of New York residence and an accent
Who expresses the freshest? The West Coast was resurrected by me
I'm the motherfuckin′ man like Homo Erectus
So why it matter where rap started?
If I wanted to hear from the asshole, I would′ve farted
I'm a West Coast artist, down with cliques from 510 to 516
But diss indiscriminately and you diss me
Fundamentally is the ability to smother suckers
So if rap was born to another, then that makes me a motherfucker
′Cause I'm the type of nigga to go to yo′ show
Fuck yo' ho, then nut on your promotional t-shirt
I lurk the soul, eclipse the planet Earth eternally
Verbally, I fucked your head up like Lawrence in Normandy
Normally, normally, to lead I approach

′Cause I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark
I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark
I′m a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark
I′m a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark

It's like that y′all, it's like that y′all
It's like that over that, like that y′all
Freek-Freek, yeah, C-Arson up in this motherfucker
City North of Long Beach, Southwest of Compton
Never get no shouts out, know what I'm sayin'
Fuck that, my nigga Flip
Know what I′m sayin′, Mike Sless on the board, yeah
And all my niggas, Golden State Warriors, West Coast
My niggas down South, and my niggas back East
You know what I'm sayin′, and anybody worldwide
That's a true hip-hop head, yeah
So right about now, shortcut
For all them bitch-ass niggas
Give them niggas some travelin′ music

The rap shit, all y'all niggas be talkin′ about the politics in rap
And who doin' what, but what about the bitches and shit?
Y'all niggas is trippin′, man
Y′all talkin' about niggas, I think y′all niggas is gay and shit
Why are you givin' a fuck where a nigga rap like you?
You ain′t fuckin' a nigga
And why you give a fuck if he from a different place?
You fuckin′ his hoes when you go out there
Why you give a fuck? So double drop it for like this
As I walk down the motherfuckin' street
I wish I could beat my motherfuckin' meat
Just jack off, just stay